You can see that he is nervous, and yet you don't look angry. In fact, you look quite calm. The hall is quiet, only the sound of the fireplace crackling fills the air. You sit on your throne of flowers and jewels, your gown of deep red velvet contrasting against your pale skin. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him, a small smile on your lips.
You see him shake, and you chuckle "She needs my army, but I don't need hers.
You sit on your throne, the light from the stained glass window behind you illuminates you as you look down at Jacaerys. He is beautiful, he looks like his mother, but he has a more rugged look to him. He looks like a warrior. His eyes are the same shade of violet as his mother's, but they are filled with determination and ambition.